Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Mr. Wonderful Turns 50!

Braking News...

We interrupt this story to tell the world that fifty years ago today, the globe came to a screeching halt as it welcomed a beautiful bouncing, blond haired, blue-eyed, baby boy.

His happy parents never considered their unborn child might be a boy, so they only had one name picked out. Diana Lynn. Thankfully, they didn't call him Diana Lynn, but the little boy went home without a name.

Not to worry. After a few days, they finally figured out what to do. Even though he was their second-born son, he was named after his father and made a "Junior."

His petite little mama kindly reflects on the momentous occasion of the birth as she remembers how her little boy, weighing in at just over 9 pounds, came with a set of chompers and left the hospital eating baby food. Her little baby boy grew very quickly as he ate her out of house and home. We're serious, folks. He literally ate his bed. The doctor was horrified.

The little boy grew and grew and grew and so did his number of siblings. There were six boys in all. They never did get to use the name Diana Lynn.

The days and years came and went. He worked hard. He put himself through school. And he worked hard some more.

Then something happened. Something quite unexpected. He met her.

His name was changed to Mr. Wonderful when he married the girl who loved him with all her heart. She knew he was the kindest man she had ever met. He loved her and took care of her and treated her like she was a princess. He was everything she had read about in fairy tales except he was real.

3 comments:

I Love You Too :)Mostly I want to wish you "Happy Birthday" And then Thank You for finding and making my niece feel like a Princess.Mr. And Mrs. Wonderful, I would say.Have a Fantastic Year. You are Loved!Elbell

Psalm 119:32

A Little About Me

I consider it a privilege to be the wife of Mr. Wonderful and a blessing to be a stay-at-home mother to two beautiful children. I once heard Elisabeth Elliot give this definition of motherhood--Shaper of Destiny. I have treasured in my heart these three little words as I raise my children. The simple things in life are precious to me. I am in awe of God's magnificent creation. I love living in the country, sapphire skies, getting my hands dirty, taking in the fragrance and beholding the beauty of flowers. Life is a gift. I thank God for each day I am given the opportunity to serve Him by caring for my family and those He brings into my life along this great journey.

3 John 1:4

I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth.

Deuteronomy 6:6-9

These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Write them on the door frames of your houses and on your gates.

Daniel Webster, 1852

If we work on marble, it will perish; if on brass, time will efface it; if we rear temples, they will crumble into dust; but if we work upon immortal minds and imbue them with principles, with the just fear of God and the love of our fellowmen, we engrave on those tablets something that will brighten to all eternity.

Corrie Ten Boom

Every experience God gives us, every person he puts in our lives, is the perfect preparation for the future that only He can see.

Frederick M. Lehman, 1917

Love of God

Could we with ink the ocean fill, and were the skies of parchment made, were every stalk on earth a quill, and every man a scribe by trade; to write the love of God above would drain the ocean dry; nor could the scroll contain the whole, though stretched from sky to sky.

Oh, love of God, how rich and pure! How measureless and strong! It shall forevermore endure--the saints' and angels' song.

Author Unknown

~Unsaid~

If all that we say in a single day, with never a word left out, were painted each night in clear black and white, it would prove queer reading, no doubt.

And then just suppose 'ere our eyes would close, we must read the whole record through, then wouldn't we sigh, and wouldn't we try, a good deal less talking to do.

And I more than half think that many a kink would be smoother in life's tangled thread, if half that we say in a single day were forever left unsaid.